Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 68 Beckham’s Comments

Chapter 68 Beckham’s Comments

Vincent's complaints made William's mouth twitch.

"Hey, you're still young and don't understand the love between adults; when you grow up and find someone whom you'd give your life to defend, you'll understand that." William was similarly shocked when he heard that Alexander had come close to losing his life to defend Florence.

He placed a higher value on her life than on his own.

Was this a case of good fortune or bad luck?

Alexander was now lying there, and all William could do as a friend was exaggerate Alexander's terrible condition in the hopes of allowing the two individuals to reconcile.

Vincent hadn't understood this fact yet.

"Don't be a negative influence on Vincent; I still depend on him to take over my mantle. Falling in love at a young age would delay essential things," Tristan rolled his eyes at William.

He couldn't easily come across someone with such great medical skill, and he was determined to prepare Vincent to be his successor, so naturally, he could not let William ruin it.

"You're being too selfish, Tristan. You can't let Vincent stay single for the rest of his life to make him your successor. " "Vincent, don't listen to him." Willia, said as he drew Vincent over.

"I'm only four and a half years old, and you people are talking to me about finding love. Is that appropriate?" Vincent shook his head, sounding like an elderly.

"Is it appropriate?" William asked Tristan, chuckling.

With a ghastly expression on his face, Tristan grumbled and went away.

"It certainly seems improper." William chuckled.

"I'll pay a visit to Alexander."

Vincent was now a member of Silhouette, and because he was extremely talented, both Tristan and Jonathan intended to train and teach him as a successor.

In Vincent's heart, Alexander was the leader of Silhouette and the only person he admired and wanted to surpass.

A few hours later, Alexander woke up.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Vincent.

Vincent's tiny figure was busy in the room. Finding that Alexander had woken up, he poured a glass of water and handed it over, “Mr. Hayes told me to let you have a glass of water first when you wake up."

Although Vincent was very stable and acted like an adult, after all, he was still a child; when Vincent's little hands were holding a glass of water and handed it over, Alexander felt the indescribable softness.

Alexander drank the water, but his lips were still dry and cracked; Vincent dipped a cotton swab in water and then used it to moisten his lips.

"It seems that you have adapted to live in this place." Alexander looked at him, “I've asked someone to find your parents."

Alexander had promised it before, but Vincent did not expect him actually to look for his parents for him.

"Thank you, Alexander," Vincent said as he put down the cotton swab and glanced at Alexander.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

Vincent responded calmly.

"I've never seen my mother and father since I was born," he said, looking at Alexander. I don't have any family, and I don't have a sense of happiness or unhappiness."

Alexander's heart turned sour as he heard the most childlike voice saying the most mature and understanding remarks.

Something called sadness erupted from the depths of his heart, prompting him to hope to embrace Vincent.

Alexander just stroked his head in the end, saying, "From now on, this is your home, and I am your family."

"Thank you, Alexander," Vincent said with a grin.

"Vincent, go fetch William here," Alexander said, curling the corners of his lips.

"Do you wish to inquire about Ms. Scott? She's all right." Vincent sat in a chair, gazing at him as if he could see right through Alexander.

"Hey, Alexander, there are so many good-looking flowers in the world; why do you have to adore just one of them?"

Alexander couldn't say anything.

He had raised this boy to be too intelligent, to the point that Vincent could now instruct him with such profound phrases.

"You're still young," he said.

Vincent skimmed his lips, which was the same gesture as Beckham, giving Alexander the impression that he was witnessing Beckham.

That child was cute and weird and was as cunning as a fox.

Vincent was more mature and steadier, although he still had a childlike mind.

When Alexander thought of Beckham, he thought he was also a moldable genius who, if adequately groomed, may become a very exceptional diplomatic person in the future.

Silhouette was in desperate need of someone like him right now.

Beckham was adorable and smart, but it was unfortunate that Florence had adopted him. Alexander couldn't compel him to join Silhouette in this circumstance.

Vincent rose from his seat and shrugged. "I prepare to train. Alexander, best of luck."

Alexander was dumbfounded once again.

Vincent’s contemptuous tone made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

On the other hand…

William rushed over when he heard Alexander had awoken.

"Alexander, I thought I'd never see you again in my life until you eventually woke up." William's face was expressive and overdone.

"It's not such easy for me to die."

"I got like this due to your lousy idea," Alexander stated, his face gloomy.

"I'm sorry, Alexander, but I'm not to be blamed for this. Who'd have guessed there'd be a vehicle accident?" William grumbled.

Alexander recalled the circumstances when they had the car accident. Florence was driving the company's car, which would be inspected regularly; how could the brakes fail in such a situation?

"The car's brakes weren't working; you should have someone check on it."

"Alexander, you think this was not an accident?" William said, his face serious.

"Let someone investigate and discover the truth." Alexander was unsure if his intuition was accurate.

But if the vehicle collision was indeed artificial, and this was Florence's car, it meant that someone was targeting Florence. He couldn't ignore the situation.

"Got this. By the way, Alexander, your mom, and your grandfather called, they want to come to visit you," William remarked.

"No, this is too obvious; it will arouse suspicion in Kingston and his son."

"I've assigned some men to watch them," William stated. "They are certainly questioning this matter but also did not think too much about it."

"We've been getting engaged in the Logan family's mess for a long time," Alexander said emphatically.

"Do you want to get out of this now, Alexander? I think you should think about how to explain this to Ms. Scott first. She should have guessed your identity," William said.

Samuel and Courtney were concerned about Alexander's predicament at that time, so they followed William to pick up Alexander. Because there were so many people at the hospital entrance at that time, Florence must have been able to deduce his identity.

"It's fine." Though Alexander looked calm, he was a bit scared inside. He didn’t dare to face Florence in his genuine persona.

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When Jonathan entered the training room, Vincent was practicing shooting. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"Come over and take a break, Vincent," He received a wave from Jonathan.

Vincent gave him a blank stare and went back to training. He only walked over after he had fired all of the rounds.

"What's up, Jonathan?"

Vincent's forehead was dripping wet. He was as skinny as a monkey when he first arrived on the island, but after a few months of training, he had gained a little weight, and his muscles had become much firmer.

"Didn't you say something about searching for your brother? Should we take advantage of this chance to speak with Alexander about it?"

"There's no necessity. I'll find him by myself later," Vincent said. He wanted to find his brother but didn't want him to come to the island.

The training here was tough, and he wanted to be the only one who withstood such agony. As he got older and more robust, he would be able to protect his brother.

If his brother were discovered today, he would undoubtedly be transported to this island.

Jonathan actually thought like it.

Because Vincent was so intelligent, his brother, who had the same father and mother, had to be as well.

Jonathan wanted to deceive more talents to get here as the island lacked qualified candidates. No, his goal was to locate some gifted youngsters.